I started writing this post yesterday, and to be frank, I thought it would be pretty cool to have my first blog post on the last day of quite a peculiar year. In my mind, 2017 can’t just be over. Heck, 2016 can’t just be over.
But here we are, the first day of 2018. And there’s one thing everyone talks about at the end of the year and at the start of another.
I had a total of five goals for 2017:
- Finish and publish my first novel
- Start my second novel
- Read at least one book per month
- Do new things
- Become a vegetarian
It’s safe to say that I did not achieve all of these resolutions, but I did give it my best shot. I tried computer programming(which I found scary), I finished my first draft, and I’m a pescatarian, so I would say it’s pretty close.
Yesterday, I made a new set of five goals for 2018:
- Stay healthy and exercise
- Finish editing my first novel, and start researching publishing agencies
- Call my parents more often
- Start a research project on air pollution
- Read a book every month
Yes, it’s usually hard, not to say impossible, to actually, physically, in actuality achieve one’s new year’s resolutions. But hey, I’m an idealist and a sci-fi geek who loves the multiverse theory.
Here’s how I like to think about it:
According to the theory, there is an infinite number of parallel universes, every possible scenario of your life is already being played out. In which one of them, your dreams do come true – where you do your laundry immediately; where you write every single day and don’t find writer’s block torture; where you say to yourself good job at the end of a year, making another new year’s goals. If crazy you in another universe can do it, why not crazy you in this one?
Be you this year, and even though it might sound stupid (with a tiny tint of delusional), being yourself is the biggest change you could ever make.